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Memoirs Of A Dead Scooby

Author: kitty_alex
Title: Memoirs Of A Dead Scooby
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Xander just died.
Word Count: 343
Warnings: Character Death

My name is Alexander LaVelle Harris and today, I died. Not in the “Oh look, he’s a vampire! We have to stake him or shove a soul in him” but in the sense of “Oh, God. Why is there all this blood? How could one person have so much blood?” After the initial blow, you don’t even feel it. You just kind of lie there thinking “Well, you know, you’d think I’d’ve seen this coming.”

It was a normal day in Sunnydale, the birds were singing and the demons were attacking. We didn’t even see the second demon until he had ripped me in half. I was the normal one, the one without the slayer, witch, or even vampire powers. I should be less surprised about this, but I’m not. I guess I always figured they’d protect, that Spike would protect me.

I can see the look in his eyes as he stares into my glazed over eyes. He knows. He knows that he won’t be around tomorrow and that’s when the tears start. Spike was always the romantic. He compared us to Romeo and Juliet once, I laughed. I feel like laughing now, it’s kind of ironic.

“I promised,” he said, stroking my cold cheek. “I would never break a promise to you.”

I remember the promise, how could I forget? We were lying in bed, just cuddling, when I asked him what he would do after I was dead, he said nothing ever again and he promised. The next day I got him a small dustbuster with a small plaque on it reading “Here lies Spike”. It was a joke, but he promised he’d use it too so it’d be easier for them to bury us together.

I have to go now. Where? I haven’t a clue. But, I hope it’s some place where Spike can follow me. If I got into Heaven and Spike wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be Heaven at all. Anyway, enough cliché ramblings of a dead man, I hope the Gods protect my friend and well, good-bye.
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